WOUNDED 

DWORDS 

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A BOOK OF CHARADES BY 

CORA BERRY WHITIN 




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WOUNDED WORDS 



WOUNDED WORDS 



BY 

CORA BERRY WHITIN 




Boston 

The Four Seas Company 

1919 



Copyright* 1919, by 
The Four Seas Company 



2 

The Four Seas Press 
Boston, Mass., U. S. A. 



©CI.A.5592'00 



NOTE 

TV/TOST of these words received their 
"wounds" during the later months of 
the Great War — and it was the hope of the 
writer that their "reconstruction" might 
aid some convalescent to health: that the 
effort would serve to shorten some weary- 
hours. The war is over, but there must 
still be many (perhaps more than ever be- 
fore), who need to be diverted. In the 
hope that this little book may have that 
happy mission, it is sent forth into the 
world. 



These words have been thoroughly riddled 
Though not with shot and shell. 
It was my play to wound them, 
'Tis yours to make them well. 



"Just my whole/' I hear some say 

About this little book, 

I hope those very prosy souls 

Won't take a second look ! 

Charades are not for folk like them, 

Tis needless to explain. 

But there are minds these quips and quirks 

May serve to entertain. 

My first are used by all of us, 

Writers and speakers too. 

My next can't do without them, 

Neither, in fact, can you ! 

Man-made they've been so long in use, 

In ev'ry my last and clime. 

Without them — second might seem dumb — 

My whole reduced to signs. 



II 



My whole dates back to early days 

In this old world of ours. 

It still exists, though hard to find 

Outside of childhood's hours. 

It makes this life seem very fair, 

So full of love and truth — 

With joy and virtue everywhere 

O — rosy dream of youth! 

My one, two, three can this be true 

As any one can tell. 

But if my whole believes it so 

Perhaps it's just as well. 

Sometimes it's those of little last 

Who get most joy from life, 

Taking no heed of present need, 

They live with my second strife. 



Ill 



My first when crushed between the hands 

Gives forth a pungent smell. 
A flavor too it has. Some say 

They like it very well. 

My second's naught. Don't waste your 
time 

To give a thought about it! 
Though scholars think and I agree 

We can't get on without it. 

My third is seldom seen by man 

Though often very near; 
For ladies use they're simply fine 

And also very dear. 

My whole is sharp and piercing. 

I loathe the very name! 
That modern nations use it 

Fills my soul with shame ! 



O sad it is but very true 

My first's in every one of you. 

Oh, why it is I cannot tell 

But every one must own its spell. 

When I to my second did my last, 

I did it with great glee. 
Too greedy I — and so alas! 

It proved too much for me. 

The Doctor came — gave me my whole, 

Rebuked me for my greed. 
My pain was soothed — I fell asleep) — 

My whole had done the deed. 



V 



When Adam lost my first 
It was the whole world's gain. 

Nor was he ever known to say- 
He wished it back again. 

My second's good! When doubled up 
'Tis most too good for me. 

My whole is made for prettiness 
And for utility. 



VI 

'Twas in the woods 

I saw my last 
With merry song 

Go flitting past. 

No song — my first 
Tis scarce a sound! 

With 'bated breath 
I looked round — 

When sudden to my listening ear 
Came through the silence — loud and clear 
My whole! I jumped aside with fear. 
'Twas in the street — but seemed quite near. 



VII 

My first sails the sea. 

Sails over to France 

For you and for me. 

My second and third is a dear 

Who holds the heart 

Of the gay cavalier 

My whole — He, in my first, 

Sails over the Sea — 

Sails over to France 

For you and for me. 



VIII 

If you my first my second 
My whole will march in line. 
If my last has a swing 
And you my first with a vim, 
My whole will keep the time. 



IX 

Crash went my first 

And stopped my second's song! 

'Twas not my third to do it — 

The world will always rue it; 

My whole continued all night long. 



X 



My first are fighting our battles 
Afar in the fields of France. 
By amulet, charm and prayer 
They think they have a chance 
That they my third my second — 
But if worse comes to worst, 
Pray that my second like my first. 

In the devastated places 
Where hordes of Huns have been, 
'Tis a safe and sad prediction 
My whole will oft be seen. 



XI 

My first is a fabric fine, 

Too delicate and sheer, 

In these disastrous times 

For your fair ladies' wear. 

My second to you was given 

With a very knowing air, 

You believed it true! 

Alas for you — 

And for your hopes so fair, 

It proved to be my last ! ! 

You first on your mischance 

You sought your wealth to whole 

O wretched happenstance! 



XII 

The fragrance of the clover, 
The waving of the grain, 
All remind the farmer 
He must my first again. 

William was this farmer's name 
And how he hated next ! 
His money very slowly came 
But why should he be vexed ! 

Two of my last this farmer had; 
He set by them great store. 
Although they're plenty in this world, 
He knew he'd have no more. 

When he heard the country's call 
To my whole without delay — 
He left his farm — his hearth — his all ! 
Duty's voice he must obey. 



XIII 

My three four was a tough old bird 

With an ungainly gait. 
So 'twas not sad — but quite one two 

When he finally met his fate. 

My whole's a weapon of the Hun, 

A weapon I despise. 
A cute invention of their own. 

There's nothing faster flies ! 



XIV 

Within the door 
My one two stood 
Silent — polished, 
Made of wood. 
Without the door 
Hung my last, 
Many saw it 
Hurrying past. 
To go within 
I had no need. 
So to my last 
I paid no heed. 

My whole's just a word in passing- 
Which one is known by few — 
They change so very often 
The old one for the new. 



XV 

Twins are my first. You've seen them oft. 
An undisputed pair 
Twain are they now and ever more, 
And never seem to care. 

My two, three is like mountain air 
Or breezes from the sea. 
We take deep breaths and feel new life : 
It braces you and me. 

My whole's a race ! And such a race ! 
We watch with 'bated breath! 
Oh, which will win and which will lose, 
Which come in "at the death" ! 

For is it always proven true? 
That old proverbial song. 
The race is ever to the swift, 
The battle to the strong? 



XVI 

Arithmetic is very queer, 

I will not even strive 

To prove to you, 

Although it's true, 

That one, two is a five! 

'Twas after school and gathered round 

Were my three— little boys. 

Four was it nine? I cannot tell. 

They did not make much noise. 

With eyes upraised and pious air 

Absorbed they watched my whole. 

Let's slip away and leave them here, 

Praying death takes no toll ! 



XVII 

My first is found on many things, 

On apron, wrap, or gown. 
And e'en on Johnny's trouserloons 

I've seen it running round ! 

My second's for protection good, 
If one could pick and choose 

I'd fain have plenty on my head 
Lest I my lover lose! 

Upon my whole I laid my head 
My whole was o'er me spread. 

"Oh, I'll not drink my whole," quoth I 
"For I should soon be dead !" 



XVIII 

In numbers vast 

In troubled times 

Appear my last. 

'Tis often used 

For children's pleasure. 

"Heap Big Injun" 

Taking leisure. 

My one two are oft called "pretty" 

Yet are not held in high esteem. 

So many wasted — 'tis a pity! 

They should be saved — least so it seems 

To me and other financiers 

In prosp'rous times — for future years. 

Whene'er I use my first 
My whole am I ! 
When this you've guessed 
You'll see good reason why ! ! 



XIX 

Don't take my first! 

Let it alone ! 
For many a youth 

Has it undone. 

I loved to play 

In my two three. 
A rainy day 

Was a treat to me. 
I had no doubt 

In those old days 
I was my whole, 

For in our plays 
I was a star. 

The star has long 
Since glimmered out. 

No Shaw am I 
Nor Teddy R. 



XX 

As I saw my whole my first 
My soul was filled with anger. 
I shook my last, but on he passed 
And little knew his danger! 
Between my first and last 
Is a tiny little letter. 
I'd tell you which, but it's so plain 
I do not think I'd better. 



XXI 

My first your hair can stand on end 
Or with my second fill you. 
My whole your patience oft offends 
Or with delight may thrill you. 



XXII 

My first a soldier's glad to get 

In any queer old place. 

Be careful if you stroke it 

Which way you smooth its face ! 

My next is often used for warmth, 

A useful thing and homely, 

But if it's given you by your girl 

'Twiil make you feel most lonely. 

My last, well-filled would, like my whole, 

A heavy burden be 

For the unaccustomed muscles 

Of a raw recruit like me! 



XXIII 

When alien element combine 

They're said to do this first of mine. 

When I was my next without delay 

I called for my last. 'Twas in the fray 

Caused by the enemy's my whole, 

Pausing to try to take the toll 

My strength forsook me : down I fell. 

My whole had done its work full well ! 



XXIV 

I had a little sweetheart 

Not very long ago, 

Don't ask my third for I'll not tell ; 

You do not need to know. 

She loved my one two dearly 

(I'd take her on my knee) 

I found she loved it better 

Than ever she loved me. 

I was my whole for wedlock 

Besought her for my third. 

She said she liked a lover best ! 

Now was not that absurd? 



XXV 

I heard a wail 
Alas! Alas! 
So sad a tale ! 
Before me lay 
From some sad fray 
Poor little One 
Her life most gone! 
From swift motor 
Was it three four ? 
We do not know 
Which horrid foe 
The deed had done! 
It all offends 
My sub two three 
When will it end? 
O my! O me! 
This act we add 
To that long whole 
Of deeds so sad 
They wring one's soul ! 



XXVI 

Slowly when the day was past, 
I watched approaching o'er my last 
My first — and at a glance I saw 
'Twas loaded! — full up to the law. 
Then the twilight swift descended, 
My long and anxious wait was ended! 
My whole was in my first concealed, 
As cautious searching soon revealed, 
Death-dealing things, thank God they've 

come 
To help me to defend nry home! 



XXVII 

My last I am, 
I can explain 
Matters deep and 
Matters vain. 
If in my first 
You're deep immersed 
I'll get you out 
Without a doubt! 
So come to me 
(There's a small fee) 
Believe my whole 
And cheer your soul ! 



XXVIII 

My whole to others must be given 
If you have hope of winning heaven. 
My last you wholly must forswear 
For nothing evil enters there. 
All worldly aims be put aside, 
No pride of spirit can abide. 
No titles like my first or lord 
Would with that heav'nly place accord. 
Keep humbly in my whole each day, 
Walk in the straight and narrow way. 



XXIX 

To my first you from my last 
Is the aim of my whole, 
Help keep you from sin 
For the good of your soul. 



XXX 

My first is a contented sound. 
Men in my last were all around. 
My whole expresses a career. 
He'll catch you soon, my pretty dear ! 



XXXI 

Don't my first— O little last ! 
Your pain will soon be gone. 
My whole will very soon have passed 
As darkness flees from dawn. 



XXXII 

My first when bald and bare 

Is not a pleasing sight; 

Without a small growth there 

One simply is a fright. 

I like my last in the morning 

And also noon and night. 

But when at sea — deliver me! 

It takes my appetite! 

A tedious duty is my whole. 

'Tis rather worse at night 

But sometimes there's a stolid soul 

Who'd rather whole than fight. 



XXXIII 

I've sailed upon the ocean 

To lands beyond the sea. 

'Twas long ago ; now in my last 

Sweet memories come to me. 

And by the evening fireside 

The children gathered round, 

Wondrous tales I tell them: 

Until we hear the sound 

Of my first gaily coming ! 

All run to see the sight. 

My stories are forgotten 

Nor do I mind the slight! 

I sit still by the fireside 

All heedless of the noise. 

My thoughts now wander overseas 

To the dearest of my boys, 

The front door softly opens — 

I look up from my dreams. 

My boy's come back ! My soldier lad ! 

Too wonderful it seems 

That he still lives — in spite of wounds, 

(We feared that he was dead). 

Now he is here — safe home again, 

My whole upon his head. 



XXXIV 

My first is a carrier of germs 
So learned doctors say; 
In long and scientific terms 
Their meaning they convey. 
This much I learn 
That from this day 
I'm death on first 
Come when they may. 

My last is caused by summer sun, 
Though sometimes in the South 
In winter time the mischief's done, 
Perhaps in times of drouth. 

My whole is found in far Japan 
My first is also there. 
You see my whole in finest homes, 
In fact — most everywhere. 



XXXV 

February, 191 8 

My whole belonged to the army, 

With my last so firm and set 

He left his home behind him 

And we haven't heard from him yet. 

But when my first so balmy 

Returns to cheer the earth 

We hope my whole will also come 

To the land that gave him birth. 



XXXVI 

It is very true my first is false. 
I admit that much to you. 
In this bad world 'tis often hard 
To know the false from true. 

My second is just half of us. 
I say it without pride 
For if we had to "divy up" 
You would still abide. 

My third I think I'll write to you 
But do not hold it tight. 
Just drop in round most anywhere; 
It's "busy" every night. 

My whole is never ladylike, 
Nor should it ever be. 
That ladies sometimes my whole 
Seems very sad to me. 



XXXVII 

1918 

That the Hohenzollerns are my whole 

Most of my first admit. 

Should all the world lay down their arms 

And helplessly submit? 

No ! We must fight them to the end 

The brutal Hun must "lick" ! 

But 'tis my last — so high — so high 

Who'll help us win the trick ! 



XXXVIII 

I'll say in the beginning 
And again before I'm done 
That the meaning of this war 
Is to my whole the Hun. 

No my second can describe 
What horrors met my last 
On those battlefields in France 
Such destruction as I passed. 

My first of two was ashen, 
The field was strewn with dead, 
Women and children were homeless, 
Hungry and crying for bread. 

As I said in the beginning 
I repeat now that I'm done. 
The intention of this war 
Is to my whole the Hun! 



XXXIX 

Around my first don't linger — 
There's always danger there. 
My second has its danger spot — 
I advise you to beware. 
My third you'd better take from me. 
"Stop! Look! Listen!" "Leave 'em be"! 
I smell my whole: 'tis almost done! 
We'll "do it brown"— Yum- Yum- Yum- 
Yum! 



XL 

The lily, tall and fragrant, 
Doth never do my first. 
Sun-kissed, she standeth waiting 
Till bud to blossom burst. 
And so a gentle maiden 
Went laughing on her way. 
Unkissed, she's now stood waiting 
Many and many a day. 
Though lovers came a wooing, 
None could my last her heart. 
Alas ! 'Twas her undoing — 
My whole is now her part. 
She wanders in her garden 
At closing of the day: 
The lilies have passed blooming. 
They, too, have had their day. 



XLI 

My last is not "comfy" in a sheet 

Nor even in a shirt ! 

The largest kind one ever sees 

Are mostly made of dirt. 

I like my first upon the head 

Worn without pomp or pride. 

My whole is wild and hard to tame; 

'Tis of the feathered tribe. 



XLII 

My first and last belong to cats, 
My whole is on the town! 
"Some in rags, some in tags 
And some in velvet gowns." 



XLIII 

My three, four, so pungent and fine, 

So highly concentrated, 

Has perfume like a vintage wine. 

(They're always over-rated!) 

If cobwebs like my second adorn — 

In fact — enshroud the vial, 

I first the label carefully 

And then give it a trial. 

My whole's an irritating time, 
You loathe yourself and life, 
You make it hard for all around, 
Especially for your wife ! 



XLIV 

Where is my first? I cannot tell- 
Just "somewhere", was it France? 
This much I know — I love it well 
Like many other "tanks". 
I like it rich and rare and old. 
Although I'm not two three 
It really always is my whole 
Had one capacity. 



XLV 

If I should live to be my whole 

Which I should much my last, 

I ne'er could learn to love my first 

Or forgive the awful past. 

My horrid first have been so long 

My last of the whole world, 

Though I should live my whole of years, 

Those tales would still be told. 



XLVI 

I loved my first devotedly, 
I sought her for my bride. 
She said she'd be my last to me 
Which sorely hurt my pride. 

"All right," said I— "I know full well 
There's still good fish in the sea !" 
So off I walked — head high in air, 
And married my two three. 

My whole's a sorting into parts, 
But Oh! I do deplore 
To separate three such fine girls 
As one — two three — and four! 



XLVII 

My whole you may have seen in Rome ; 
We have them here at home, 
But here they can't be seen at all, 
Though free to every one. 

I know a lovely island where 
You may have bought my last 
If you had any friends with you; 
It was disposed of fast. 

My last is called my first to man, 
Though why I cannot tell. 
I loathe my first ! As for my last, 
I love it far too well ! 



XLVIII 

France, 19 18 

If I could only get my whole 
A happy man I'd be ! 
I long to see my little home 
In the land across the sea. 

little cottage, nestled last 
Beside my ancient first, 

At thought of you my tears gush forth ; 
It seems my heart would burst. 

I'd like to be my last, my first, 
The remainder of my life. 

1 want my whole most awfully; 
I want to see my wife. 



XLIX 

My first's a quantity unknown, 

My next's expressed by three ; 

That seems a problem, but I know 

You'll solve it easily. 

My third is a receptacle, 

Common in every home. 

My last you are if you have guessed 

The meaning of this "pome". 

When Father brings a friend to dine, 

And sends no word before, 

He gaily says (with jaunty air) 

Just put one, two, three, four. 

My whole is that which reaches out 

And grabs — (regardless of his state) - 

Rich man or poor — it matters not, 

Low thief or highest potentate. 



I made an impetuous my last 

For the love of my lady's heart. 

The citadel was hard to win, 

I had made a mistaken start. 

I saw my first on the railroad track, 

I had often seen them there. 

I thought I'd buy a pretty one 

For my dear lady's wear. 

She did not like the color, 

She did not like the style, 

She burst into a mad my whole, 

You could hear her for a mile. 

I do not love that lady now 

However fair she be, 

What care I for beauty? 

Mv whole was what cured me. 



LI 



Of my last I was very proud 

And with much satisfaction 

I used my whole, I thought it showed 

My last to its perfection! 

My second is a part of you 

And also of my last. 

My first is you — is really you — 

Now — do not look aghast ! 

"Variety is the spice of life," 

As friend Bill Cowpei said — 

So he would never like my whole 

Tho' glory's o'er it shed. 



LII 

My last, hard hit, were softly dark, 
A melancholy pair. 
When I my first my next my third 
I felt I trod on air. 

I first my next unto my heart 

And madly held her there. 

She struggled, struck and wounded me, 

'Twas more than I could bear ! 

The wound, so sore, refused to heal 
In spite of faithful care. 
At last they did my whole to it 
And thus my life did spare ! 



LIII 

My whole does not amount to much 

My first is a negation. 

My next's the middle of the end, 

The first of our great nation. 

My third and last? We'll call them twins 

So much alike they are. 

The stutterer knows they'll trouble him, 

He sees them from afar. 



LIV 

(With Apologies to Amy Lowell) 

My whole had managed sadly, 

So my first was in my next. 

She planned her work so badly 

It always made me vexed ! 

She washed my third and hung it out 

Upon the line to dry, 

And then she went within the house 

Her "other fish to fry". 

Thus she continued busy 

Throughout the livelong day. 

But still my first was in my next 

Whatever you may say. 



LV 

Blood red and emerald green 

Dots — bits — splashes ! 

Blood red — crimson — gold 

Glowing, vivid, intense. 

Russet brown and golden yellow 

Splotched — masses — 

Falling — falling — 

Drifting ! 

That is my whole. 

My first is fierce, 
I loathe, hate, despise him! 
I long to crush him, 
Crush him to earth ! 
Not till I see him 
My second before me, 
His life blood flowing 
Can I go down to my last, 
Content — satisfied. 



LVI 

My whole stood in her humble door. 
With eyes upraised she watched the sky. 
Did gathering clouds portend a shower 
Or would restless winds swift carry them 

by? 
She shook her head and went within, 
Breathing a prayer to her Gods of Fate. 
Should she risk my last of my first so thin 
With texture so very delicate? 
She drew her breath with a brave "I will" ! 
"What matters the wind or rainy weather, 
I can conquer them all with my fine skill, 
Good luck will attend my brave endeavor !" 



LVII 

I asked my first with me to dine 
At some gay cabaret. 
He said he thought that would be fine, 
He'd meet me right away. 

I waited patiently around 
Till 'twas long past my next. 
My hunger then put in its claims, 
I really was quite vexed. 

So when he finally appeared 
He found me somewhat cool. 
"He came soon as he was three four 
For promptness was his rule." 

That dinner proved to be my whole. 
We feasted and we wined. 
We were the very best of friends 
By the time that we had dined. 



LVIII 

I love to do my first, 
My two and three I love, 
My whole is of great energy 
Most earthly power above. 



LIX 

My first is just a word of slang 
Telling us "who is who." 
'Tis never used by bon my next 
Nor approved in my one two. 
My third is on the other side 
My last is writing fine. 
My whole is finely written too 
With wisdom in each line. 



LX 

My first we'll call a measure of light. 
My second is far from divine. 
In fact it is so human 
We all to it incline ! 

My third is a jolly joker 
Though somewhat of a clown. 
We all enjoy his company — 
His wit one cannot down. 

On my last I will not dwell 
Lest I your mind befog. 
It is a very little thing 
The tail that wags the dog!" 

My whole, a rather clumsy thing, 
Goes clattering up and down 
Advertising its own virtue, 
But it does help clean the town. 



LXI 

My first is made of my second 

Both pointing to the sky. 

My whole hop on 

But not for long. 

They seldom fly so high. 



LXII 

Around my whole the crowd so great 
Would not my second me my last. 
I pushed and shoved my way within, 
A glimpse just made me stand aghast. 
For on my whole I saw (woe's me, 
I have no tears to shed !) 
The news so sad — my heart will break- 
Of a one, two, three Tom's head. 



LXIII 

I saw my three, four, by a stream, 

We had my first before, 

I asked if she would next with me, 

She said 'twould be a bore. 

She had no wrap — she had no hat, 

She knew that she would five ! 

"Cheer up," I said, "dear little lass, 

I'm sure I'll still survive!" 

My whole pertains to the city's whirl 
And towns of fine abodes. 
Where brick and stone rear lofty walls, 
And life runs "a la mode." 



LXIV 

My first made me shiver, 

And shake in my shoes, 

I don't want to think of it more. 

When my whole came to me, 

No time did I lose, 

But threw those shoes out of the door. 

My last was a statesman 

Of some years ago, 

(I don't need to mention his name), 

A Republican able 

To strike a strong blow, 

He came from the old State of Maine. 



LXV 

My first is on a maid, 
My next is on a man, 
A very skilful Doctor 
Hurrying fast's he can 
To see my third. My whole 
Is in his hand. 



LXVI 

Theodore Roosevelt was my first, 

And so was C. H. Hughes, 

Although they both loved music, 

My whole they did not use. 

My last — a place where shoes are made- 

Is parted from my first 

By such a lot of sticky stuff ! 

That second is the worst ! 



LXVII 

Oh, sad is the story — 

Tis horrid and gory ! 

This tale of my whole! 

'Tis long since I read it. 

I scarcely can credit 

Such savage slaughter of souls ! 

My two, three was a bit of earth. 
Located where? 'Twas in my first. 



LXVIII 

My first is very good, 

In fact it is A-i. 

You need not try to beat it 

For — indeed — it can't be done! 

This can't be said of my two, three, 

Which nobody can want; 

And yet, at least a trace of it 

Does every human haunt. 

My whole is very ancient, 

You hardly can conceive 

Of anything much older — 

For it dates back to Eve. 



LXIX 

My whole in my opinion 

Is a dangerous thing abroad 

Wrong views disseminating, 

A foe to all concord. 

Yet each one has his weakness, 

By chance I found his out : 

For I saw one two blushing 

Whene'er he came about. 

I watched them from my window, 

A glance around he cast — 

Then was that blushing maiden 

A happy one two — last! 



LXX 

My first was in the ground. 
My next was on the sea. 
My whole at last I found 
Upon a pound of tea! 



LXXI 

My first is very easy. 
If you mistake and blunder, 
It is no more than others do, 
Indeed, it is no wonder ! 
My last is mine — and yet I own 
I do not own it more 
Than you, or Tom or any one 
Who has of wealth a store. 
My whole — a little animal, 
That's valued for his skin, 
Is killed for my fair lady's wear- 
It really seems a sin ! 



LXXII 

I saw my first (a little one) 

Go running down my last. 

I tried to stay his rapid course — 

"Why do you run so fast?" 

Oh, I must get my whole at once," 

Was all that he could say. 

"And this my last is very long 

Delay me not, I pray." 

His hurried pace and anxious face 

Told that the need was great, 

"May the good my whole return with you 

Before it is too late !" 



LXXIII 

My first is my last, 
A dear little thing! 
The ladies all love him, 
His praises they sing. 
I envy him not, 
But had I my way, 
He should have more 
Than just his due "day". 
But I am my whole, 
Subject to the sway 
Of 'Towers that be", 
They have their own way. 



LXXIV 

My second is long without my first, 

Tis bleak and bare and gray. 

It is not good for age or youth 

To live in such a way. 

In later years 'tis oft two, three 

Yet we admit the truth, 

'Tis a my whole of human need. 

My first preserves your youth. 



LXXV 

Said my one to my two, 

"Do come to my three 

Early this afternoon." 

Said my two to my one, 

"That would be great fun, 

But I cannot come so soon." 

My two three was an author great, 

Long one three your birth, 

Some call him slow 

But so is my whole, 

One cannot live on mirth. 



Now, readers, critics, friends, 
Pray be my first to me, 
Grant my last I meant. 
On that, please do agree! 
My sins (of words — not deeds) 
I hope you'll overlook, 
For now I say my whole 
And end this little book. 



KEY TO ANSWERS 



NOTE 

To the king of charadists — Mr. William 
Bellamy — I am indebted for permission to 
use his ingenious "key to answers/' 

By substituting for each letter of a sup- 
posed answer the figure under which it 
stands in the table, one can verify the cor- 
rectness of a guess. 



1 


2 


3 


4 


5 


A 


B 


C 


D 


E 


F 


G 


H 


I 


J 


K 


L 


M 


N 


O 


P 


Q 


R 


S 


T 


U 


V 


W 


X 


Y Z 



KEY 

111153 313534425 

111155 3144354 

112145 3155331254 

112151225 314312445 

11325123 3144135 

1134145 314444155 

11341445 31445244 

11354425 31553 

11441354512 315514 

114422145 354135 

115352 31552535 

1215554 33112144 

1241553 334222144 

13435212 33444 

1351121441 342254 

14114131 335254125 

14125444 35145534424 

141333445 3532531 

1441455 35242455 

1441533 3 544125 

1512535 354443145 

1524125 3542 12 5 43 543 5 

15313 355351524514 

15351225 4144453 

15445545 43131543 

211443544 4354441453145 

21225544 443145 

21325315 44354 

2142125 4532435 

234214453 45354543 

25324125 454135 

25321343545 454545955 

2 54554531443415 514253 

311553455 533445 

31254125 54531445454 

31314455 55155443 



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